Chapter 889

"Ha ha, cool."

"I can't help looking for someone to fight such a hearty battle."

"I can't find a place to vent my Sao moves."

People laugh to express their excitement.

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An amazing force interweaved and fused, and then exploded in mid air, the sword was surging, and the spear suddenly appeared.

Zhao Xin's eyes flashed, the poisonous spirit whistled and turned over, and the fierce attack blocked Pangu Luotian's retreat.

At the same time, as soon as the poison spirit was shocked, Zhao Xin stepped out, and the ground collapsed and was trampled out of a deep pit. At this moment, the poison spirit erupted into Zhao Xin's body with amazing brilliance.

The white flame on the body is more and more vigorous.

Pangu Luotian was shocked when he saw this, and a strong sense of oppression came to Zhao Xin.

"Are you going to make a decision?" Pangu Luotian's secret way.

At the same time burst drink: "as long as do not die, then fight a happy!"

"Ah... The water sword formula, the water tiger sweeps the heart!"

In a flash, the sword trembled. Pangu Luotian stepped forward and killed Zhao Xin. Under his waving, the sword made a piercing roar. At the same time, a blue tiger jumped out of the sword, roaring and killing, emitting a terrible sword spirit.

Sword Qi turns into shape!

The whole audience was moved again, and the water color tiger on the top of the mountain was completely shocked.

The water color tiger smashes the gun with the power of destroying the withering and decaying, shakes back the intention of the gun, and pours at Zhao Xin's body. The bloody mouth almost passes by.

A blood shadow disappeared in an instant, and Zhao Xin avoided the tiger's bloody mouth.

"Come on, one last move!"

Zhao Xin bites his index finger and cuts the gun body with a touch of blood. In a flash, the inscriptions on Du Ling's body shine, and a strange force rushes into Zhao Xin's body.

All of a sudden.

The void vibrates and the power dances wildly.

"It's... A showdown!"

"This kind of fierce battle consumes a lot of spirit, which naturally won't last long. What's more, long Yunxin's accomplishments are so much lower than Pangu Luotian's, so it's not good for him to drag on. And Pangu Luotian doesn't want to take advantage of long Yunxin, so he launched the final decisive offensive while long Yunxin still has the strength of the first battle."

"The man with the right disposition, Pan Gu, Luo Tian and long Yu Xin are both very good."

All of you were moved again and again. At first, they were just surprised by their strength, but now they are completely exaggerated by their blood.

Pangu Luotian is in the body of the water color tiger and controls the water color tiger to send out the final decisive move to Zhao Xin.

Right now.

Seeing the water color tiger about to devour Zhao Xin, a blood shadow suddenly disappeared.

Zhao Xin appears in the water color tiger, pacing in the air, indomitable, in the eyes of the blood of the war in the cave, carrying a gun to kill, fearless.

It's like a general who rushed to the battlefield and looked down upon death.

But the blood in my eyes is a shock to the people, like the desire for victory and self-confidence.

Two people hedge.

The decisive moment.

Bang!

Bang

Boom

The power is intertwined, the poison spirit collides with the water color tiger, the spear and the sword are exploded, the top of Fufeng is suddenly broken, the mountain is shaking and cracking, the mountain is about to be unable to bear the power of the two people, and it begins to shake, and it will collapse at any time.

There was a dazzling light on the top of the mountain, and even the main peak was affected by the strong afterwave. The two huge stone statues at the gate opened their protective covers to protect the safety of the arena. The roaring sound is enlightening, and the rocks are mixed with the strong wind, forming a tornado.

Reluctantly, someone opened his eyes and looked at the battlefield, trying to see who was at the end.

However.

In the gale, the two figures fight and collide like streamers in the gale, the sword and the spear collide, and the Mars blooms like fireworks in the gale.

Zhao Xin holds the poison spirit tightly, his eyes are closed, and his divine sense is spreading, looking for Pangu Luotian's body shape. In such a fierce storm, it's just a fool's dream to open his eyes, so he can only replace his eyes with divine sense.

All of a sudden, the wind broke behind him, and the sword came to Zhao Xin's back.

Bang!

Qiang

The poisonous spirit shakes back the sword, and Zhao Xin turns to face Pangu Luotian in a hurry. The poisonous spirit entangles the sword, and at the same time, the mysterious spirit bursts out.

"Nine waves linked palm!"

Boom——

With a loud sound, the mysterious spirit spewed out, forming waves, one after another to put out the strong wind and press toward Pangu Luotian.

However

Pangu Luotian seems to have been prepared for a long time. As soon as the tiger body shakes, the water color tiger behind it roars deafening. Suddenly, the tide breaks up and disappears without any sound.

Zhao Xin's eyes suddenly changed, and his pupils shrank. He saw the water color tiger shooting at him with its claws high. Pangu Luotian rushed to his side, and his sword technique was surging. He came with a sharp sword.

Both sides are enemies!

"Yan Jie, Huo Da Mo!"

Zhao Xin put his hands together and hundreds of flaming flowers shot out, instantly surrounded the water color tiger.

It's not over yet. The mysterious spirit in the body gushes out like the tide of breaking the Dyke: "Da Yan Jie, Emperor Yan!"

instant.

The water color tiger was bombed in a mess in the range of huodamo and lost its combat effectiveness directly.

At the same time.

Zhao Xin incarnated in the body of the flame. The soaring flame soared into the sky and turned into a huge fireball.

The fireball condenses and the power is vast. It seems that it will burn down the endless power of Kyushu.

At this moment, Zhao Xin looked at Pangu Luotian who came from the attack and said with a cold smile, "I won."

The voice dropped.

The fireball hurtles down, instantly the flame fills the sky, covering the earth, and the whole auxiliary peak is shrouded by the flame, forming a world of flame.

The sea of fire is burning, the space is distorted, and the hot temperature is unbearable.

People from the previous surprise into consternation.

Looking at the flaming Fufeng, he was completely stunned. He even forgot to move and kept his own posture.

Yan Jun looked at the two men's fight and shook his head with satisfaction. I'm afraid they are not much different from each other.

However, Shenwei must be the winner.

That's the purpose of hell, and it's his mission.

The emperor of song in the dark also watched the battle. He couldn't believe that only the Shura on the eighth floor of fairyland had the fighting power comparable to that on the ninth floor of the ancient realm. If it was allowed to break through to the level of the ancient realm, it would be hard for the immortal of the Taoist realm to suppress it.

If Shura is not removed, he will not live in peace.

In a word, if Shenwei can't kill him, he will kill Shura even if he breaks the agreement by himself.

"Shenwei, you can see that Shura is immortal. I'll see how you explain."

The idea of the Song Emperor sounded in Shenwei's mind.

Shenwei looked at Zhao Xin standing on the sea of fire and said with a cold smile, "he is already a dead man."

"It's better to kill Shura before it's exposed, or you'll be responsible for the sensation."

"I know. Do you want to be as fussy as an old woman?"

"You..."

The emperor of song was speechless when he heard the words of Shenwei.